I've been waiting…
By: Jamie Roberts
Summary: There is a something going on at Hogwarts… and they want Harry Potter to se all of it. Who could it be? You will need to read to know. Maughahahah (Very evil laughter follows.)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it… Except Elissa Malfoy, And the Guinea Pig of death.
This is dedicated to my 'daughter' Leighleigh, my 'brother' Orion, my bitch Aaron, and of course my twin brother James. May goddess watch over you all.
This is a murder fic… I hope all of you understand that…. It's not really that bright, so in other words it's dark. No my favs do not die… I would never live it down if they did. Well actually you'll have to find out now wont you. I might be the kind of sick person to kill off all the good people and watch the others squirm. So enjoy all the mass murder and on with the show! Sorry Queen Rocks!!!
Go to Chapter One.
Chapter one,
DEAR JOURNAL;
Harry Potter wasn't the normal boy, even for his standards. His eyes were like emeralds in the sun, and his hair was as black as a raven. His skin was pale yet lovely at the same time. He had grace like none other and he had a smile to die for. It was on his birthday that it happened… His Uncle had gone too far… I couldn't stand it. I watched as Harry was thrown into a door. He was then beaten till he passed out. That is when I entered the house. The rest of Harry's *Family* were eating dinner. Slowly so as not to alert them to me being there I moved into the fat cows bedroom, There I placed the strongest contact poison all over his bed. I smiled as I moved to the master bedroom. Their death will be worth it. How do you think it would feel to be eaten alive? Well that was too good for them. A poisonous spire bite that is not only painful but also deadly. I leave ten of these spiders in their bed, and cast a spell so they can't leave their area or be seen.
I had watched the boy being abused and used for far too long. I don't even think he knows that I was watching. Oh well. He'll know soon enough. Everyone who hurts him will die by my hand, and no one can stop me. Harry will know of my love, I am the only one who ever loved him, and what did he do? Scoffed at me. Well soon Harry I'll be you only comfort. As for Harry's room… I place a healing slave next to his bed. He had taken the small gifts I left for him before so I know he'll accept this one too. I am about to leave when a note catches my eye. It is from one of his friends… Ron Weasley… I read it over and snarl. He won't let Harry come visit him this year… that means Harry will have to stay here… not with his relations dead that is… Hogwarts is where Harry will go. I can't wait till he comes to me to protect him. How weird, the murderer of his enemies will be the one to sooth him when most needed.
Good night my sweet Prince. I will see you at Hogwarts. Soon.
I couldn't let Harry find the bodies the next morning; it would have scared him, so I wrote a letter to Dumbledore… I don't know what his face was like but I wish I could have seen it.
Professor Dumbledore, I am pleased to inform you that the Dursley's Harry Potter's relations are dead. Please report to clean their bodies up on August the first and don't bother to question Potter... He has no idea what I did to those horrible relations of his. Just get rid of them, the sooner the better.
Signed,
Harry's own protective Phantom.
For now I am to watch over Harry and wait till dawn when the officials will come. He looks so peaceful. I wish to wake him up and tell him what I did for him, but he needs his sleep. I moved from the window and lay beside him. His breathing is peaceful, and he can't hear the screaming coming from down the hall. He smells faintly of blood still. The slave seems to have worked nicely. The only problem is that for now I can't let him know who I am. The officials will be looking for the killer… He'll know soon however. Hogwarts isn't that big and there are so many people to kill in his honor. Oh well. And there is a certain red head that I need to get rid of. But right now I am happy to lay beside him and rest.
At two till dawn, I get into a hiding place and watch as the officials take care of the bodies, and then a brave young man, Oliver Wood goes into Harry's room to tell him about the deaths and I wait. There is a horrifying scream and a thump as Harry falls into a dead faint. I am so happy. I have pleased him. He was so giddy he fell down unconscious. Anything for you Harry anything.